The power of wordplay.

(Vance the Gelded bides, waiting, barbarian, with three Signamancers' stack. In service to XON, that vile feral, with its cryptic promises, he's outcast: none hate him more than his former, tyrannous side. He stole a princess from those magocrats, named Chastity, trapped in its capital, a city - Punishment.

 

Caught in the forest, his old side's Shockamancers, Masters, are regarding him with dead-eyed malice. As when once they were quartered in the great dungeon called the Punishment Sphere, their eyes glitter, dull, hazed.

 

As he approaches the boundary of his old side's capital hex, deadly, Vance the Gelded raises his voice in merry, merry song, his diction the image of the classical gentleman, his livery the bloody vines of XON. His croaking is imminent: his blank eyes white, as he opens himself to the Magic.)

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(The Masters reach out as one, and point crackling fingers, then pause. One by one, their fingers fall in the flicker of a Rhyme flow. As basic concentration fails, fireworks almost overwhelm the thrum of an active Rhyme-o-Master.)

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(Critically wounded by their own random fire, the Masters look more lost than ever. The Signamancers advance in raiment of XON as the last stanzas come out.)

 

 

Grief and ghosts: what we broke
We choke: the Titans-spoken.
Made our moment in tones
When we woke, all tokens,
We evoke, Titans-broken,

A fiction, smoke, our diction
Crisp, nightmare woven: "HobokeИ."
We barely Cast. You think we're joking.
Your laughing: "HobokeИ."
Then they're croaking.

Four-shot, three-shot, two-shot, one
You're popped, gone, one-shot, none.

We know what you have to say against us,
We know crimes against avenge us.
We know we're the dross n' scum,
We are overrun.
We admit we are now the type:
To take Shock's head with his own stun
We are outgunned: by all four of you chumps.

I did steal that girl: we're still sitting here
Laughing: boop the 'free' world.

Never try to judge us, fools,
You don't know what we had to go through.
Yet we know something about you:
Forsaking Titans to love violent rule.

What's the matter, oafs: embarrassed?
Miens not calm: Flower Power crashing.
And that Flower Power made your Shocks all go weaker,
T
he weaker they get the more you pray, "Perish."

You don't want to battle: shook.
See there's no such thing as 'halfway Shocked'.
You're scared to pop, and scared to look
In your booping spellbooks: Pawn-takes-Rook:

 

Look now. You're Shocking.

 

Vance's composed expression crawls with different emotions. As the Shockmancers' dull eyes, terrified, widen: whispering from XON presses Vance to one final word. He gestures, tosses his head back, and HOWLS:)

 

"H0[USE]B[R]0KEИ . "

 

(And one by one, their clothes change, as the final word ends.)
 

 (NOTE: User was awarded 25 shmuckers for this post. -Rob)

Comments

  • Dusso

    Would be nice to mark It's 8th mile reference

  • roninpanda

    Very cool! 8th mile isn't the only rap song mentioned, by the way.  I wonder if I'm spoiling anything by telling some people here that there's a trick to seeing the real poem?

    If you may be that person, hint: Ctrl-c, Ctrl-v

  • mbellish

    Ain't no such thing as halfway shocked!

  • Bloogonis

    Use R huh so its his ult? seems OP, Volvo pls fix.

  • Lheticus

    I have absolutely no idea what I've just witnessed.

  • The Rats

    @Bloogonis

    actually read the other part beside USE R (although maybe user has a meaning of its own)

    H0 B 0KEИ

  • ArbitraryNotion

    I know that's the wingdings font...  Is that weird?

  • FormicaArchonis

    Wingdings? I don't see a single Wingding on the page, just a poem. What am I missing?

  • tadthornhill

    When I look at it on my phone I see letters. On my computer I see Wingdings.

  • Slayorious

    If I didn't read these comments, I would've thought it was some kind of code to be deciphered.

  • Slayorious

    For anyone wondering what the wingdings says.

     

    Grief and ghosts: what we broke
    We choke: the Titans-spoken.
    Made our moment in tones
    When we woke, all tokens,
    We evoke, Titans-broken,

    A fiction, smoke, our diction
    Crisp, nightmare woven: "HobokeИ."
    We barely Cast. You think we're joking.
    Your laughing: "HobokeИ."
    Then they're croaking.

    Four-shot, three-shot, two-shot, one
    You're popped, gone, one-shot, none.

    We know what you have to say against us,
    We know crimes against avenge us.
    We know we're the dross n' scum,
    We are overrun.
    We admit we are now the type:
    To take Shock's head with his own stun
    We are outgunned: by all four of you chumps.

    I did steal that girl: we're still sitting here
    Laughing: boop the 'free' world.

    Never try to judge us, fools,
    You don't know what we had to go through.
    Yet we know something about you:
    Forsaking Titans to love violent rule.

    What's the matter, oafs: embarrassed?
    Miens not calm: Flower Power crashing.
    And that Flower Power made your Shocks all go weaker,
    The weaker they get the more you pray, "Perish."

    You don't want to battle: shook.
    See there's no such thing as 'halfway Shocked'.
    You're scared to pop, and scared to look
    In your booping spellbooks: Pawn-takes-Rook:

     

    Look now. You're Shocking.

     

  • El Chupacabra

    ... Be sure to drink your Ovaltine?  What sort of Titanic Mandate is this?